Jisung POV
Minho states at the sky, his loose shirt barely clinging to him from all the wind. I look at him, admiring his perfect side profile. He catches me staring at him.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks.
I nod. "Of course."
"Why do you keep leading me on?" He questions, sadness hinting in his big brown eyes.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You keep agreeing to hang out with me. And you know I really like you. And you probably hate me for what I did. I don't blame you. So why do you keep leading me on?"
I tilt my head. "Oh... am I?"
He nods. "Feels like it."
I look down at my hands. His were right there. Two inches. It's not hard to just hold his hand. His pretty veins were visible and his fingernails were messily painted black.
I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off. "Nevermind. I deserve it, anyways." He looks down.
My hand inches closer and lands on top of his, making him look at our hands. My brain stops working and I lean in and kiss his cheek. He looks at me with huge eyes.
"Sorry for leading you on, I guess." I look down.
"What was that?"
"I-I don't know. I wasn't thinking."
"Do you like me or something?"
"Yes. No. I don't actually know." I groan.
I look up at his sparkly eyes and bite my lower lip. My body goes against my brain and I inch closer to him again. He looks at my lips.
"I'm really in love with you." He says softly.
I close my eyes and tilt my head slightly, my lips meeting his. He hums softly, his hand cupping my face. I let my hands reach up into his hair and pull softly on his soft brown locks.
His lips move against mine in a dance, filling my body with a fast heartbeat and sweat on my hands. He breaks the kiss first, pressing his forehead against mine.
"Please, stop giving me hope." He whispers sadly.
"I like you." I look at his beautiful eyes.
My stomach churns nervously, regardless of knowing how he feels about me. He lets out a small gasp.
"You do?"
I nod softly, heat rising in my face. Both of us blush and look away. He bites the inside of his cheek while smiling bashfully. I let go of him and look at him.
"So, what now?" I watch as he scratches the back of his neck.
"Umm... Ji, w-would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks nervously.
"Of course." I smile.
He smiles cutely, looking like he just won the lottery. I don't actually understand what makes me so special. But I'm glad I'm special to him.
